Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-03-11

died for others. He might have moved
around in gardens made ty His own
hand, an earthly potentate amid vine
yards and olive groves sloping to the sea.
Instead of being tossed in the fishing boat
on Tiberius, He might have chosen sun
shiny day and pleasant wave for
the lake crossing. Instead OF being
followed by an unwashed rabble he
might have charmed sandhedrims and
universities with His eloquence. Instead
CT & cross and bunch of twisted BRAN
bles on His brow He might have died IN
the castle Of a Roman merchant, the air
bland with lilies and frankinCense. But
no; He died in torture; the good for the
bad; the kind for the cruel; the wise Tor
the ignorant; the divine for the human.
On how tenderly we feel towards any one
VINO has done great kindness and per-
haps at the imperiling of his own life!
How We GU mt to feel towards Christ, the
Captain Of salvation, on the white horse
riding down our foes; but in the moment
He made the victorious charge the lances
Of death struck Him!
There was 8 very touching scene
among an Indian tribe in the last centu-
~. 1t seemed that one OF the Chleftains
had slain man belonging TO an opposite
tribe, and that tribe came up and said:
ave will
ENTERMINATE YOU
"unless you surrender the man who COM
mitted that Crime.n The Chieitain who
did the crime stepped out from the ranks
and said: II am not afraid 10 die, bat
have wife and four children, and l have
9 father aged and 8 mother aged, whom |
support by hunting, ard sorrow to leave
them helpless" Just as he said that his
old father from behind stepped cut
and said; "He shall not die. take his
place l am old and well stricken il
years. can do no good. l might as
well die. My days are almost over. He
cannot be spared. Take me-" And they
accepted the sacrifice. Wonderful sacri-
flee, you say, but rot so wonderful as
that found in the Gospel, for we deserved
to die, aye, we were sentenced when
Christ, not worn out with years but in
the flush of His youth, said: "Save that
man from going down to the pit; l am
the ransom. Put his burdens on my
shoulders. Let his stripes fall on my
back. Take my heart for his heart. Let
me die that he may live" Shall it be
told to-day in heaven that notWi.hstand
ing all those wounds, and all that blood,
and all those tears, and all that agony,
you would not accept him?
WIS 1t for crimes that had done,
He groaneG upon he tree.
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree.
There is no woe amid the surroundings
of that scene that impresscS memore than
that CT His own mother. You need not
point her out to me. | can see by the
sorrow, the anguish, the woe, bY he up
thrown hands. That III means mother.
"Oh," yOu say, why didn't she 90 down
TO the foot of the hill SnG sit with her
back to the scene? Il was TOO horrible
for ner to look upon" Do you not know
when enid is in anguish or trouble j.
always makes = heroine Of p mother:
Take her away, you SLY, from the cross.
You cannot drag her away. She wi.fkeep
she will stand thsr3 looking. Ga, what
q scene it was for
TENDER HEARTED MOTHER
to look upon! How gladly she would
have sprung to His relief. 1t was her
son. Her son. How gladly she would
have clam5ered up on the cross and hung
there herself il her son could have been
relieved How strengthening she would
have been TO Christ if she might have
come close by Him, aud soothed Him!
Oh, there was a good deal in what the
little sick child said upon whom a surgi
cal operation of painful nature must be
performed! The doctor said: "That
child won't live through this operation
unless you encourage him. You go in
and get his consent" The father told
him all the doctor said, and added:
"Now, John, will you go through with it?
Will you consent to it?' He looked very
pale, and he thought minute and said:
"Yes, father, if you wi hold my hand |
will" So the father held his hand, and
led him straight through the peril. GA,
woman, in your hour of anguish whom do
you want with you? Mother. Young
man, in your hour of trouble who do you
want to console you? Mother If the
mother Of Jesus could only have taken
those bleeding feet into her lap! If she
might have taken the dying head on her
bosCm,. If she might have said to lin
at Will soon be over, Jesus; it will soon
be over, and We will meet again, and it
will be all WE'LL" But no, she dared not
come up so close. They would have
struck her back with their hammers
They would have Kicked her down the
hill.
There can be no alienation at ell. Jesus
must suffer and Mary must look. l sup
pose she thought of the birth-hour in
Bethlehem. suppose she thought of the
time when, with her boy in her bosom, she
FASTENED on in the darkness in the fight
towards Egypt. suppose SIZE thought of
His boyho0d, when He was the Joy of her
heart. l suppose she thought of the
THOUSAND KINDNKssEs
He had done her, not forsaklng her or for
getting her, even in His last moment, but
turning TO John and saying: There is
mother; take her with you. She is old
now. She cannot help herself. Do for
her Just as l would have done for her if
had lived. Be very tender and gentle
with her. Behold thy mother" She
thought t all over, and there is no memo
~ like mothers memory, and there is
no woe like mothers woe.
| remark again: This is a tender scene
because IL is q Christian reunion. Why
was it that in the seasonal meeting, when
asked woman if it were her son who
sat next tc her, making protest. of his
faith, she made no answer; but after
moment, trying to control her emotion,
she burst into tears? l said within my
self. she need not tell rue the story. l. is
the old story of q prodigal got back. "The
dead is alive again, and the lost is found"
OS, how many families there are that re-
iOice together to-day!